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Mothers Who Work Outside the Home

employed women with infant children often face a dilemma of whether to keep working or to quit to take care of their infants. though the fact that married women work outside the home has become a social trend, people still epect mothers to stay home until their children are two or three years old. but, in my opinion, its unfair and impractical to deprive mothers of their right to keep working only for the reason of child-care.

from the view-point of feminism, women also need a sense of achievement as men do. employed women often find it difficult to give up the chance of self-fulfillment and go back home to play the traditional role. since the age of confining women to the household has passed, we should not neglect mothers desire to seek further accomplishments outside the home.

besides, taking care of children is both parents responsibility rather than only mothers, since children belong to both father and mother. thus, its unreasonable to ask mothers to give up their jobs for child-care which is also fathers duty.

practically speaking, working mothers can help improve family finances. though there will be etra epenses for child-care service at the same time, employed mothers can ensure a steady income to help support the family. therefore, mothers working outside is advantageous to the family, especially to those low-income ones.

in brief, to epect mothers to put child-care before everything is not feasible in todays society. only if fathers and mothers cooperate can the problem of child-care be solved.

when i sat at the desk, trying to write the essay, i found it hard to set pen to paper. staring at the topic i deliberately chose for myself my mother, i felt the memory of 20 years with my mother suddenly turned into a haze, blurring my eyes to discern the past, with nothing towering, nothing flaring, nothing impressive or special enough as a landmark. the haze gradually cleared away, revealing the image of an amicable woman. i recalled a line from the famous movie sleepless in seattle. the radio column hostess asked sam, whats so special about your wife? he answered, thats millions of small things. right,trivial and commonplace, like obscure beans, yet woven into the most spectacular necklace by the power of love. my mother is ordinary, but in my eyes she is special.

my mother gave birth to me with eceptionally difficult labor. father received an emergency notice and was faced with a choice between the adult and the infant. of course,the adult. so my coming into this world was an unepected fortune at the price of mothers painful insistence. thus my 20 years began like this my mother eerted every effort to give me love, but i returned her with a deep scar that was to stay with her all through my growth.

my mother is a senior high school english teacher. under standably, she wanted her daughter to pick up english early to give her an edge to later study, which i did not understand at the age of eight. i was so obsessed with fun and games that i hated to stay peacefully with all those strange phonetic symbols and odd words. i wondered what pleasure mother seemed to have found in teaching me a,b, c. wasnt teaching at school tire some enough for her? i went on strike, refusing to spell a single word no matter how tender or severe mother tried to be with me. for the first time in my life, mother beat me, imprinting on my mind. the physical pain was gone long, long ago. but i have finally come to understand how it pained my mother to beat me for my obstinacy and disobedience, and i ache at her pain.

mother never gave up evoking in me an interest in knowledge. she placed the most emphasis on my education and took the most pleasure in my gradual formation of self-discipline in preparing myself for future development. thanks to her effort and influence, i have been doing well, not only in english, but also in my positive attitudes and conviction towards life.

now i am so grateful to my mother for everything she has taught me, but at that time it was far beyond my comprehension. as a little girl, i thought of my mother as meticulous and my father as a best playmate. i still remember i wrote in my elementary school a composition dedicated to my father about how he cared for me. naturally mother felt she was ignored, so i wrote another one for mother, intending to tell her she was so good a teacher that she sometimes had only students on mind and neglected her daughter. unepectedly, mother was gloomed and her eyes went wet. i am so sorry now for that affected composition. i am mothers daughter, and i am mothers student. i could never be neglected by mother, because i am the forever scar on her body, the forever pain on her mind, yet the forever bliss in her life.

i did not write much in the past about mothers love for me. today, this essay is for her, and for her only. i wish to let her know my regret and gratitude. i wish she could hear, i love you, mother.

one evening, my mother called me into the kitchen when she was preparing supper. i saw blood dripping from her cut finger. i immediately bandaged her, and it was then that i noticed my mothers hands——the hands, which had brought up three children.

her hands like the dry bark of an old oak tree, wrinkled, rough and hard. i could not believe that they were the hands of a lady in the early thirties. they looked like the hands of a woodsman.i knelt beside her and usked her how her hands got like that. she told me that it was the fault of the war. when the japanese invaded our city, she and father fled inland. they were wretched with no money, no job, no friends. mother had to do all kinds of hard work: washing, knitting, and sewing. yet deuth was ulways hovering over them. the surrender made mother and father end their long suffering.

after mother finished her story, i had a mied feeling that i could hardly control my tears from falling. i hated the japanese invaders. i hated war. but on the other hand, i liked my mother all the more. i kissed her hands with u deep feeling.

My mother is a kind and gentle woman. She is very busy from morning till night. As a teacher she works diligently and efficiently. As Mother, she takes good care of us and gives us every comfort. I have an elder brother. He and I both love her dearly, as she loves us.

My mother has been teaching maths at a middle school in my home town. She goes to the school early in the morning and does not return home until late in the afternoon. She loves her students and cares for them. She treats them with patience and teaches them well. For her excellent qualities and very good teaching results, she is always praised and respected by both her students and colleagues alike. And she has been chosen or elected as a model teacher several times.

My mother is a thrifty and industrious woman. She never buys expensive or fancy dresses for herself; she goes occasionally to buy some inexpensive and high-quality clothes for us. She never goes to luxurious restaurants to enjoy expensive meals. She merely eats a humble meal outside when she is too busy. She lives a busy yet simple life, without any complaints. As soon as she comes back from school, she sets about doing housework: sweeping the living room and bedreooms or cleaning the furniture, and putting everything in good order. Besides, she prepares nice dishes for us to eat. She seems to be on the go all the time. As she has been very busy working hard every day, she looks older than she really is. Her face is wrinkled, and her hair has turned silver white. But she looks as cheerful and happy as ever.

Often she says to us, "Work while you work, and play while you play. That is the way to be happy and gay. If you do not work, you will become lazy and of no use to society." What a piece of good advice this is! I never forget it and always bear it in my mind. This advice of hers will always serve as a guide to my action. My mother is great indeed, and I always feel proud of her.

I often call my mother "mom", actually she is not a bit old, tall, she still young and beautiful! In my eyes, she and sometimes gentle, sometimes serious, sometimes again and I close, to be a good mother. She is tender, a pair of big eyes always smiles to me, and I have no words don't talk often, considerate to to me, sometimes he goes to bed at night gave me touch back, very comfortable.

Serious, if not serious when I do my homework, she found, she would DengYuan eyes, eyeing looked at me, when I saw her eyes, knew that a storm is coming, also dare not out of the atmosphere, hurriedly play things packed, rapid homework, homework, such as clouds disperse, in her heart, she will be as usual, let me free to play, like a cage bird, fly freely, even if she hit me, just 'book clip gently hit me a few times. Ripping up my words, if you pull the purple, the latest in a day or two will be good, don't like my dad pulled three days after mother also often is not good and I like friends, talk, play games, learn English, she also has a characteristic, often resorts to nag me a few words: "I am very democratic! We are friends ah, you know!" And so on. Honestly, the relationship between she and I really really good, I think that is not a better friend than my mother.

I think my mother is the world's most beautiful, the most gentle, the best mom.

My mother is a great woman in the world, since I grown up I have thought it.

My mother’s name is Zen Yan fang, but her best friends often call her sister Zen. She is 42-years-old now, but I do feel that she is always a young woman. And she has a very long hair that she likes to keep changing shape. My dad don’t like that she often changes her hair, but I know it’s the way my mom want to hide her changing age.

To tell you the truth, I even don’t know what things my mother really like to do. In my memory, she is good at lots of things. To keep this family, she worked as a mechanical worker, as a salesperson of insurance. And these years she is the boss of herself. I appreciate that I have such a diligent and brave mother. I knew that she is very hard, but she never tell it to us.

I have a funny mother. Because of this, my character is very cheerful, who call my mother gave me so much humor cells.

My mother has 1.68 meters, show a long body, because I gave birth to, stomach is a little big. Father sometimes joke she, she is not angry. She said: "like a panda. Is not very good!" . My mother from used a little cosmetics, sometimes with my "Johnson's baby lotion", I asked her, she always said: "you see mom skin more good, because I am a little baby!" .

My mother in this way, more ridiculous is 3 years ago....

That day, I rode my stroller and mother went for a walk in the street garden. Suddenly, the mother thought of someone called her to chat. Almost immediately, my mother sent me to go home, on the car. The action a shake a put. Listen to my mother, on the day of the street to look her, watching and laughing. Mom is very embarrassed.

On one occasion, curtain hooks off a few in the home, does not open. Daddy loves himself, as a result, one day I failed, so angry. Want to make my dad laugh my mother, and hiding behind the curtain "cheep" 1, pull open curtain, stepped forward with a smile, with hand held up a wooden as a "receiver", sang songs, affectionately sing, she waved and said, "good-bye, my faithful fans!" My father and I "lindsey poof" smiled, more smile more happy, smile became "ha ha ha ha ha!" . How make of, dad smiled, too? The original mother's song, and drew the curtains. So, my father began to install the curtain hook with a smile.

Hey! Mother, do you really good. You are our "happy fruit", a "happy" a forever forever happy happy mother! Mom, I love you.